Ian Hanmore

Szass Tam: [speaks Thayan] I sense your impatience.

Sofina: Szass Tam...?

Szass Tam: [speaks English] But you have always been the disciple I rely on most. Doff your cowl. You needn't hide your sigils from me.

Sofina: [takes her hood off as her cloak turns red] I'd rather be flensed and flayed than spend another hour with Forge Fitzwilliam.

Szass Tam: The man is insufferable. But we never would've come this far without his "charm". The living have befouled this world long enough. Take solace in knowing that your work here is nearly complete.

Forge: [sees Sofina; chuckles; as Sofina stands up, the chair scrapes loudly on the ground; Doric disguised as a fly flies by him, he unknowingly shoos her away] There you are. With your hood off, I notice. Probably best to keep that on. You know, you Red Wizards of Thay are not as popular as you should be outside of Thay. And of course, you're about to be considerably less popular. B-but far, far be it from me ever to tell you what to do. Uh, Caldwell and Piradost have just arrived. I was gonna give them... Awful, isn't it? I really have to do something about these chairs. They're, uh...